Already the long line of cherry-laden trucks had started to move slowly ahead.
From the roadway, Miss Gordon and the Brownies waved their arms and shouted for Veve to hurry.
“Never mind wrapping the quilt,” the little girl said nervously. “I’ll take it just as it is. Thanks a million!”
“You’re welcome, I’m sure,” the lady smiled. “Do come and see me again sometime when you have more time. Who knows? I might have a few spare sugar cookies in my jar.”
“I’ll come,” Veve promised. She really meant it too.
Starting off at a run, she called over her shoulder, “You must come to our Brownie quilt show! I’ll let you know the day later.”
The quilt tucked under her arm, the little girl raced for the road. In her haste, she ran through a mud puddle and caked both shoes. But she could not stop to clean them.
Bill Flint and the Brownies had waited for her, even though the other truck drivers did not like it very well. The trucks ahead had moved up, leaving a long gap of roadway.
Behind the Brownie truck, drivers were tooting their horns impatiently. They wanted Bill Flint to pull on ahead.